Wiggle Room Ch. 3

Short Installment. A bridge really... the history of Dekk and Hazel presents itself a little softer here after a bit of discrepency.

“What the f**k?” I sat up to Testi smiling.

      “Hey! You said the last eighteen hours but you kept looping it sub-consciously at the tenth.” She shook her head. “I was watching on the monitor. That was sick Hazel. I’ll never understand you boys.”

      I jumped off of the operations table and ripped the IV from my skin. My thoughts vibrated for a moment as the light-band dissipated. Tresti shook her head again as I walked out of medical. I stalked down the A.M.R.I.C.S. agency’s cold corridors, naked; then I reached Dekk’s office, bulled through the door to his surprise, too see the replay of my tenth hour on his vidi-screen.

He got the full Monty, and then he got the finger.

      “Hey… Hazel.” He hesitated. “You know I have no restriction to agency content?” His voice trailed.

      “I want that f*****g drink.”

      “Ok ok ok.” Dekk reaches for his off-world stash, muttering.

       “Number one Dekk, your exact words were” My voice turned gravel, “A couple of old guys have the box.” Yea I set fire to that rat hole, just like you set fire to precision weaponry last quarter. I walked into four definite ex-militants. Two, sure I softened that Ar bag streeter by Miriams, what should concern you is the lizard �" when I left they were both one ten and it was staring stone like the rest of their lot, I might have had a shadow. Three, you’re eddying my subconscious so you can massage your dripping prick back here - you want some action old man then take my place.”

      We stared at each other for days until his face softened.

      “And Maker help me I want my thirty percent.” I growl.

Dekk sighs, “Fine.”

“F**k you.”

“F**k you Hazel.” Dekk smiles, “How about that drink?”

Although I tried to fortify my composure with dangerously close anger, he was a friend. I couldn’t help but too digress into an adolescent grin, “How about that drink?” I replied.